My house has a deck overlooking the Iowa River. Today, I poured myself a cup of Black Rifle Thin Blue Line (probably no surprise) coffee and opened the deck screen door. I no sooner sat down than a wood duck noisily landed on a branch in the basswood in front of the door. They seem to do everything with a good degree of noise.
It seemed to be looking into the house right at me, resulting in my saying, “What? Can I help you?” I shook my head in realization I was talking to a duck. At the same time a turkey gobbled from the island in the middle of the river. Now, all this should lead to some kind of message from the outdoors. I find that interesting, and I’ll have to ponder that. Instead, this is a thank you note to some people I highly respect.